Web of Spies (KM 011) by Nick Carter

Author:Nick Carter [Carter, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-09-18T08:03:27+00:00

Chapter 8

IN A LITTLE SPANISH TOWN

“Personally,” said Judas, “I would like to sell the Englishwoman to both of you! Say ten million from each of your governments! I would then turn her over to you in a public place and watch you fight it out! Who knows—you might kill each other! Then I could grab the lady again and sell her a second time! Yes, the idea has distinct possibilities!” And Judas chuckled.

Both Nick and Tasia had to lean close to hear him clearly. There had just been a most unsatisfactory fight—the bull had been cowardly and treacherous—and the matador not much better. Now another bull had trotted into the ring and the sol, the cheap seats where sat the true aficionados, were in an uproar. The sol did not like the looks of this bull either, and were imploring el presidente to give them another. It was his privilege and, judging by the turmoil in the sol, his duty! It had been a lousy corrida so far. The sol was becoming restive.

Cushions and paper cups and tonic bottles were beginning to shower into the ring. It was not a riot yet, but the spark was there. But as yet the presidente had not hung the green handkerchief over the front of his box, signifying that the bull was to be taken away and replaced by a more lively one. Meantime policia and the Guardia Civil were moving into place, getting ready to handle the mob if it erupted.

Nick and the girl sat flanking Judas in the sombra, the expensive seats. They were next to el presidente’s box. There were just the three of them in the box, the girl and Nick on either side of Judas. It was a perfect spot for the sort of conference they were holding at the moment, noisy and inconspicuous. Nick had been unable to spot any of Judas’ men, with the exception of Skull, but he knew they were around. There would be many of them and they would be well armed. Nick was not about to try anything! Not in Gerona, in the midst of a seething crowd in a small time bull ring! Yet at the moment he was content: He had made the contact!

He leaned toward the small man and said, “But it is not going to be that way, friend J! Tasia and I are allies now.” Nick winked at the girl, and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. The massive Skull was lounging near one of the exits, towering above the crowd, huge arms folded on his brute chest, leering contempt at both crowd and bulls. The man, Nick acknowledged, could probably have felled any of the bulls with one blow!

It was time for Tasia to make her contact with Skull—to plant the lighter-bug on the big man! He could understand her reluctance, but it had to be done! He nodded again and saw one of her green eyes blink in acknowledgement. There were mauve shadows beneath those eyes this afternoon and her lovely face was strained.

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